Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
AZ,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.